Defending the Eyewitness. Rachel Lee

or when she had picked them up?

      If it had been purely friendly, then she’d leaped a big hurdle and should be proud. If some other reason had been involved...

      She sighed, her head whirling, and reached for her knitting. Was she ever going to get herself sorted out?

      She’d been doing without many of the things that were part of a normal life ever since her mother’s killing. Some of that was understandable, but after eighteen years, shouldn’t she have come further?

      And if she was trying to go further now, why had she picked the one man who posed the most threat in every possible way. She didn’t really know him, and he’d leave before long, which was a dangerous emotional game to play.

      But maybe that was part of what she was doing here: trying to prove that she had good reason to avoid men, and any involvement with them. To prove that she was right to stay hunkered in her safe little hole.

      It wouldn’t surprise her. Not at all. But she had no business drawing Austin into whatever she was trying to do here. He had enough problems of his own.

      She resolved then and there to firmly reestablish the distance between them. They’d both be better off.